Improving Your Skills [Friday, 3rd Period]

[so_hawkward]

When the students arrived in the Danger Shop today, they'd find the now-usual setup with targets, training dummies, and weapons, as well as a smiling Clint.

"Hey guys. It looks like we've reached the end of our class, and I just wanted to say it's been surprisingly fun teaching you," he said. "I don't really have a final for you, try not to be too disappointed. I'd like you all to write down one thing you think you learned in here, and then take however long you want to practice with the weapons. I have no doubt that you've improved at least a little since the beginning."

Comments

Write! [04/26]

[so_hawkward]

One thing you learned in the class.

Re: Write! [04/26]

[arsenicmauls]

Gert... hadn't been the biggest fan of this class. The fighting part of it had been hands-off enough that she hadn't really learned anything; it was hard to practice her skills when she hadn't had any to begin with, after all.

Or maybe she was just biased against the teacher for being an Avenger. Who could say?

So, without taking much time at all to think about her answer, she scrawled, Weapons are the only kind of skill that matters.

Really great attitude, Gert. A-plus.

Re: Write! [04/26]

[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

Maddie's semester had pretty much meant spending Thursday in Ethics and realizing that maybe she was a terrible person, and then coming to this class and feeling like she didn't suck too much. She still hadn't figured out exactly what she was good at, though.

So she went with There's hope for me yet and thought that about covered it.

Re: Write! [04/26]

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

Emily wasn't entirely sure she had done much improvement in the class, although she supposed it had been a nice way to blow some steam. Thing was, she already did that in the past, although it now seemed to be part of her education. Oh well...

With enough creativity, everything's a weapon.

That was...optimistic?

Re: Write! [04/26]

[batwaffles.livejournal.com]

This had been more of a refresher course for Stephanie than anything else, but in the spirit of pretending otherwise (stupid secret identities), she was going to answer as if it was all brand new.

That I am never going to be able to walk into a room again without mentally assessing all the furniture for how much damage it can possibly do. Even if only to someone's shins if they happen to trip over it chasing me while I flee like the wind.